Angel Dandruff?

The calendar says it is spring. The tree buds starting to emerge signal spring. Mama Moose are getting ready to calf. Baby chicks arrive in the post office. Our daylight hours let us awaken to more light, and our evening hours linger and lengthen, as we ignore the clock, forgetting the dinner ‘hour’:  a testament that spring is DEFINETELY here, or at least on its way. Hurray!

But what to my sleepy eyes doth appear?  Is this white fluffy stuff coming down from the sky? Somehow I don’t think it is fluff and stuff nor angel’s dandruff falling from the heavens! The last time I checked, SNOW falling meant ‘WINTER’, not SPRING!  Until this morning, the main roads were dry and daytime high temperatures hovered short sleeve comfort of high 20 degrees F. 

AUGH! We could even see patches of brown soil and weathered grass in spots around our home of respite and renewal.

Buds are waiting to open, with their love uncovered and cheers warming our hearts as we once more gaze in the wonder of the season. But alas, we must wait a bit, at least where the thermometer is concerned. Until then we will have to be content to display spring in our hearts, springs in our step,  offering a spring smile. As we prepare for the spring season, where the soil of our lives will be ready to till and plant new seeds of growth and fruit. As we go forth, our hearts will sing with an increased tempo, as we waver not.

Until the final snow piles melt, as with the fears and frustrations of a long winter season, we can be assured that ahead, even if not seen for the moment, rivers of life, rivers of joy, will be spanned with a bridge of hope, renewal and of new things to come. Trust and patience will be our garden tools, just as we have ‘waited’ in years gone by. The promise of spring is just that: a covenant, a promise of what is to come. Our job is to persevere and prepare.
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Catch you later – I’m going to go help Bill pick out which seeds we will be ordering!